Page 47 of If You Were Mine
He tilted my head so he could kiss me harder, and I went silent, not wanting to break this moment. I was so afraid that at some point he would realize what he was doing and walk away.
This was my brother’s best friend. And yet, maybe in this moment, I was just Wellesley. I wasn’t Harper in this moment.
Lost, I let Dorian take over. I had no idea what I was doing, and I didn’t want to make a mistake, but then again, I just wanted to touch him. I let my hands slide over his shoulders, down between us over his chest. His hand tightened on my hip, and then he let out a moan that went straight to my core.
“I am going to take you to the bedroom, because I know my knee’s not going to last long if I take you on this couch.”
The vulnerability in that statement nearly broke me, but instead I just kissed him softly on the lips and nodded. I scrambled off him and reached out to help him up from the couch. In answer, he rose to his feet and picked me up against his chest.
“Dorian!”
“I can carry you. I just know that if I bend you over the couch and fuck you hard from behind, I might hurt my knee. And I want to last a long time. Call me greedy.”
I let out of squeal as he tossed me into the air and caught me, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Somehow, I was laughing in this moment, this moment that felt like a dream.
Because this sure as hell wasn’t real.
Suddenly we were in his bedroom, and he laid me gently on the bed.
Breath coming in pants, I watched as he stripped his shirt over his head with one arm and I couldn’t help but study the man in front of me.
All hard planes and muscle, the tattoos running down one side of his body. The other side, the ravaged scars were no longer red and puffy, instead they looked to be healed, only not quite settled.
He didn’t say a word, just studied my face. I sat up and reached for him. When he didn’t move back, I swallowed hard and gently brushed my fingers along the burns.
“Will you tell me if I hurt you?” I asked, keeping my voice steady. He slid his thumb over my lips and nodded.
“As long as you do the same.” And then he slid his thumb against my mouth. I opened for him and sucked. I had given a blowjob before, though I hadn’t been very good at it. But with the way he slid his thumb in and out of my mouth, I couldn’t help but wonder what I would do if I was on my knees in front of him. Eager, I tried to move so I could do so, but he shook his head before reaching down and tugging on the bottom of my shirt.
“Arms up.”
“You’re very bossy.”
“And you’re just realizing that now?”
He leaned down and took my mouth before he tossed my shirt to the side. For some reason, embarrassment slid over me, and I was suddenly shy.
Dorian seemed to understand, and he leaned forward and took my lips. Then his hand was around my back again, undoing the clasp.
My breasts fell heavy, and I swallowed hard, wanting to cover myself. But instead I just sat there at the edge of the bed as he tossed my bra softly to the side and studied me.
“Such a pale pink. I wouldn’t have guessed that. And I’ve been thinking about your nipples for a long time.”
My entire body blushed, and when he gave out that rough chuckle, I had a feeling that’s exactly what he wanted. He reached forward and ran his knuckle down my breast before pinching my nipple between two of his fingers.
I gasped with the sensation, arching my back and pressing my thighs together.
“So sensitive.” He leaned forward, licking my other nipple. “So reactive.”
I let out a breath, and then I couldn’t think of much else.
I was on my back, and he hovered over me, licking and sucking and biting at my breasts to the point that I writhed beneath him.
He slid his thigh between my legs, and I shifted my hips, riding him.
“That’s it, I want you to come for me. Do you think you can come with just that friction? With my mouth on your breasts?”
I couldn’t say a thing. Instead, I just slid my fingers through his hair, rocking my hips against him.
